When each of your children grow up and move out, you expect to slowly gain room in your home and freedom in your life. That doesn't seem to happen in our home. My daughter came home with this little bundle one day.
I had no intention of having a dog. They are alot of work and just like having another child in my opinion. We agreed that when she ever moved out that little Mia would go with her. That was two years ago and when she (Jess) got old enough to get her own place, we had gotten so attached to that little dog that we begged her not to take her. She finally agreed to let her stay.
She ended up getting another dog. And a cat. And another cat. She tried to still get us to let her take Mia but I said that she was too little to go and she wouldn't want to stay home all by herself at her place and every other excuse I could think of to keep her safe here. I know, I'm a selfish and mean.
Jess ended up having one of her cats run away and gave the other away and was down to her big dog, Bella. Right now, she's looking for a new place because her landlord said that her neighbors were complaining about Bella barking too much during the day. Unfortunately, the landlord also said that she needed to rid of the dog in the meantime. Nice landlord, huh? She called me frantic about not having anywhere to keep her dog until she found a different place. I reluctantly agreed to take her. Here are some photos of this big fuzzball.
Let me see, now. One child moved out. Two "children" moved in. Yes, as my children grow up and leave the nest, I have a feeling my nest will end up more crowded then what we started out at.